coming home makes my day

January 16, 2007

When I came home today, this is what I found in my kitchen. If I had been anywhere else at that moment, it would have been just plain wrong. Increasingly, my kids help me see the truth of this more than other things. For better or for worse, the vast majority of my days end with a feeling of fullness and a forgetting. Plans, goals, regrets, unfullfilled dreams–they slip away, retreating at a quantum pace. It all turns into a vaporous fog so quickly, leaving me light and heavy at the same time. A paradox. Sometimes I think I might be romanticizing neurological decay of my memory but sure enough, it all sublimates again the next day, my own cerebral dew settling like molases .